a tale of two cities(双城记)-第12章
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post…horses？'
‘That's business；' said Mr。 Lorry； resuming on the shortest notice his methodical manners； ‘and if business is to be dune； I had better do it。'
‘Then be so kind；' urged Miss Manette； ‘as to leave us here。 You see how composed he has become； and you cannot be afraid to leave him with me now。 Why should you be？ If you will lock the door to secure us from interruption； I do not doubt that you will find him； when you come back； as quiet as you leave him。 In any case； I will take care of him until you return； and then we will remove him straight。'
Both Mr。 Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this course； and in favour of one of them remaining。 But； as there were not only carriage and horses to be seen to； but travelling papers； and as time pressed； for the day was drawing to an end； it came at last to their hastily dividing the business that was necessary to be done； and hurrying away to do it。
Then； as the darkness closed in； the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father's side； and watched him。 The darkness deepened and deepened； and they both lay quiet； until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall。
Mr。 Lorry and Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey； and had brought with them； besides travelling cloaks and wrappers； bread and meat； wine； and hot coffee。 Monsieur Defarge put this provender； and the lamp he carried； on the shoemaker's bench （there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed）； and he and Mr。 Lorry roused the captive； and assisted him to his feet。
No human intelligence could have read the mysteries of his mind； in the scared blank wonder of his face。 Whether he knew what had happened； whether he recollected what they had said to him； whether he knew that he was free； were questions which no sagacity could have solved。 They tried speaking to him； but； he was so confused； and so very slow to answer； that they took fright at his bewilderment； and agreed for the time to tamper with him no more。 He had a wild； lost manner of occasionally clasping his head in his hands； that had not been seen in him before； yet； he had some pleasure in the mere sound of his daughter's voice； and invariably turned to it when she spoke。
In the submissive way of one long accustomed to obey under coercion； he ate and drank what they gave him to eat and drink； and put on the cloak and other wrappings； that they gave him to wear。 He readily responded to his daughter's drawing her arm through his； and tookand kepther hand in both his own。
They began to descend； Monsieur Defarge going first with the lamp； Mr。 Lorry closing the little procession。 They had not traversed many steps of the long main staircase when he stopped； and stared at the roof and round at the walls。
‘You remember the place； my father？ You remember coming up here？
‘What did you say？'
But； before she could repeat the question； he murmured an answer as if she had repeated it。
‘Remember？ No； I don't remember。 It was so very long ago。'
That he had no recollection whatever of his having been brought from his prison to that house； was apparent to them。 They heard him mutter； ‘One Hundred and Five； North Tower；' and when he looked about him； it evidently was for the strong fortress…walls which had long encompassed him。 On their reaching the courtyard he instinctively altered his tread； as being in expectation of a drawbridge； and when there was no drawbridge； and he saw the carriage waiting in the open street； he dropped his daughter's hand and clasped his head again。
No crowd was about the door； no people were discernible at any of the many windows； not even a chance passer…by was in the street。 An unnatural silence and desertion reigned there。 Only one soul has to be seen； and that was Madame Defargewho leaned against the door…post； knitting； and saw nothing。
The prisoner had got into a coach； and his daughter had followed him； when Mr。 Lorry's feet were arrested on the step by his asking； miserably； for his shoemaking tools and the unfinished shoes。 Madame Defarge immediately called to her husband that she would get them； and went； knitting； out of the lamplight； through the court…yard。 She quickly brought them down and handed them in ；and immediately afterwards leaned against the door…post； knitting； and saw nothing。
Defarge got upon the box； and gave the word ‘To the Barrier！' The postilion cracked his whip； and they clattered away under the Feeble over swinging lamps。
Under the over…swinging lampsswinging ever brighter in the better streets； and ever dimmer in the worseand by lighted shops； gay crowds； illuminated coffee…houses； and theatre…doors； to one of the city gates。 Soldiers with lanterns； at the guard…house there。 ‘Your papers； travellers！' ‘See here then； Monsieur the Officer；' said Defarge； getting down； and taking him gravely apart； ‘these are the papers of monsieur inside； with the white head。 They were consigned to me； with him； at the…' He dropped his voice； there was a flutter among the military lanterns； and one of them being handed into the coach by an arm in uniform； the eyes connected with the arm looked； not an every…day or an every…night look； at monsieur with the white head。 ‘It is well。 Forward！' from the uniform。 ‘Adieu！' from Defarge。 And so； under a short grove of feebler and feebler over swinging lamps； out under the great grove of stars。
Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal lights； some； so remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful whether their rays have even yet discovered it； as a point in space where anything is suffered or done： the shadows of the night were broad and black。 All through the cold and restless interval； until dawn； they once more whispered in the ears of Mr。 Jarvis Lorrysitting opposite the buried man who had been dug out； and wondering what subtle powers were for ever lost to him； and what were capable of restorationthe old inquiry：
‘I hope you care to be recalled to life？'
And the old answer：
‘I can't say。'
THE END OF THE FIRST BOOK
BOOK THE SECOND
THE GOLDEN THREAD
CHAPTER I
Five Years Later
TELLSON'S Bank by Temple Bar was an old…fashioned place； even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty。 It was very small； very dark； very ugly； very incommodious。 It was an old…fashioned place； moreover； in the moral attribute that the partners in the House were proud of its smallness； proud of its darkness； proud of its ugliness； proud of its incommodiousness。 They were even boastful of its eminence in those particulars； and were fired by an empress conviction that； if it were less objectionable； it would be less respectable。 This was no passive belief； but an active weapon which they flashed at more convenient places of business。 Tellson's （they said） wanted no elbow…room； Tellson's wanted no light； Tellson's wanted no embellishment。 Noakes and Co。's might； or Snooks Brothers' might； but Tellson's； thank Heaven！…
Any one of these partners would have disinherited his son on the question of rebuilding Tellson's。 In this respect the House was much on a par with the Country； which did very often disinherit its sons for suggesting improvements in laws and customs that had long been highly objectionable； but were only the more respectable。
Thus it had come to pass； that Tellson's was the triumphant perfection of inconvenience。 After bursting open a door of idiotic obstinacy with a weak rattle in its throat； you fell into Tellson's down two steps； and came to your senses in a miser…able little shop； with two little counters； where the oldest of men made your cheque shake as if the wind rustled it； while they examined the signature by the dingiest of windows； which were always under a shower…bath of mud from Fleet…street； and which were made the dingier by their own iron bars proper； and the heavy shadow of Temple Bar。 If your business necessitated your seeing ‘the House；' you were put into a species of Condemned Hold at the back； where you meditated on a misspent life； until the House came with its hands in its pockets； and you could hardly blink at it in the dismal twilight。 Your money came out of' or went into； wormy old wooden drawers； particles of which
